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I Took a Week Off (Burnout is Real)

What do you do when you realize you're not enjoying  what  you do? I love to write. I've been writing since I was eight years old. Words gave me a way to express how I felt as a girl who was leaving friends behind. Forty-four years later, I still put my thoughts on paper or the screen. It's more than just a way of life. It  is  my life. I post my writing on my social media accounts. I have poetry blogs on Blogger and Wordpress. Over the years, I've met so many good friends and fellow writers through sharing my words. I appreciate every one who I've met. The support we give each other has carried me through some dark times of my life. For those who don't know, two of my three children are high-support autistic. Terminology and descriptors have changed in two decades, but my kids are unique in their own special ways. Although I love them, their care can be complicated and stressful, especially without outside help. That stress as a caregiver can bleed into other a...

Poem: The Pursuit

A whirlwind of obsession:  raw and uninhibited  feral and untamed  the pursuit, the chase  is what pushes you higher  the thrill of the forbidden  makes your heart pound faster  The goal comes closer then seems to drift away farther As long as the goal is unreachable  you fingers will always strive to touch.

Poem: The Book Nook

In my dream house  so many books on tables and  scattered on the carpet hard backed and soft covers a rainbow of colors and cream colored pages that whisper the secrets hidden in their letters  and a secret lever  on the shelf leads to a secret nook  where I can read  in heavenly quiet and in blissful pleasure

Poem: Pure Emotions

unalloyed emotions  simple and pure  no complications raw and unvarnished Anger without regret  sorrow without guilt  happiness without fear such unfettered reactions without interference from other's opinions oh, to be a child  and experience that again! 

Poem: What is Forgiveness?

forgiveness is a fickle thing:  they all said I should  but they equate that with  "forget that it ever happened"  forgive and forget  because life goes on  and grudges only  poison your future  just bury it and go on leave the past in the past it has no effect  on whatever comes next but they never forget  they always remind me

Poem: Justice at its Finest

Due diligence paperwork all settled  research all done  computations calculated  strategies codified  witnesses gathered arguments written up  she just forgot  to bribe the right people  for a favorable result all that hard work  all for naught  what a shame indeed.

Poem: Shoe on the other Foot

shoe on the other foot  the change makes people so uncomfortable  the fit feels wrong it pinches your toes bunions and callouses they can't stop thinking about how it's inconvenient but if you've always worn  it on that familiar foot  you don't find it strange at all